Nodding firmly as Fadingstar announced his group, Brokenstream immediately scanned the clearing for his companions. Adderstrike was easy enough, she walked right up to him. Deerspakd and Shrikestorm he was sure wouldn’t be far behind. As Adderstrike spoke, he gave a grunt in agreement. He flicked his tail anxiously as the first five groups set off, eager to follow. However, he turned to his group first. ”Right, you three. I want to make it absolutely clear that we are not engaging with any of the dogs the other groups are fighting unless we are called for back-up. It might seem helpful if you do so otherwise, but we would be getting in the way and making it more difficult for us to attack and work together if the group gets too big.” He instructed, taking a serious look across everyone. ”If we see any lone dogs, we’ll have our own to handle. Stay on high alert, and do not just take off to help your Clanmates without my saying so.” He too felt his pelt prickling at the thought of hearing his Clanmates possible anguished screams of the dogs overtook them, but hopefully the causalities would be minimal. After all, StarClan led them to this place, right? Surely they wouldn’t take many, if any, lives.
( @Marigoldwhisper | @Fish | @Naila - right guys!! Just as a reminder from Fading’s post our group will NOT be finding any lone dogs, so we are just to have our cats prowl around and listen unfortunately until/if we are called for reinforcements )
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Riftpaw bounded up to Oliverat, his icy blue eyes betraying nothing, but his prickling pelt making it obvious that he wishes he was in the battle too. Though Duskleaf had given them some combat training, Riftpaw hadn’t exactly passed with flying colors. However, this made him more resolute to try harder.
[Deerspark]
He, Him\Warrior\26 moons\Riverclan
"Da da da we're dead-"
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Dogs? The tom was suddenly deathly aware by his surroundings and the heaviness of the air. Was he going to--- oh. No he wasn't. Relief pooled inside his brain as he was grouped with a task that most likely wouldn't involve the canines. He would've fought if he needed to, but he much preferred the calm of knowing whether or not he'd live. He briskly trotted up to Adderstrike (he gave the she-cat a quick smile) and Brokenstream. They were waiting for the others, including him, so he made haste to go over as quickly as his paws would allow. Ah, yes. Certainly no dog fighting. Though it was comforting that Starclan was with them according to the leader, why would they make them fight dogs of all things? Deerspark didn't hold any distain he was just slightly confused. If this was the perfect place why would they have to face a threat as soon as they got here?
Might whip us back into shape... Deerspark thought, keeping his ears perked and his head up.
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She, Her\Lionheart\44 moons\Riverclan
"Are you listening, starchild?"
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The Lionheart lifted her brown head attentively at the roaring sound of Fadingstar's yowls. Starclan huh? She knew they'd show up, eventually.... As Fadingstar continued to address the clan, Owltalon was left to wonder what they'd do now. But something strong and wet caught her nose before she was able to think. Dog. Fear bubbled up in her throat and she couldn't help but feel guilty at the way excitement made her paws tremble. No, this wasn't good, it was bad. Please, limit the mutilating thrills to situations that aren't life threatening.
No time to think, not now, she had a group of cats to gather. It was nice to hear they wouldn't have to deal with any dogs because, as fascinating as their insides were, dogs were much bigger than cats and were big masses of muscle. The blows they could force was life threatening, and Owltalon would hate to see any more cats get hurt.
"Floodsight! Honeystep, n' Foxleap! Yer with me! Keep yerselves alert n' close. We got other groups that'll be dealin' with these mutts, but if yer needed I won't hesitate ta tell ya. Got it? Good," Owltalon allowed her voice to raise into a yowl as she addressed the group of cats she was assigned with. She only knew two of them, Floodsight and Foxleap, so she hoped Honeystep would prove as obedient as the latter.
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Oliverat was stunned in thought, everybody else got to fight and he was just kicked away?! But it was for the apprentices safety so he cared nout.“Right, kiddas when the fight starts proper, we leave an' I will report to Fadin' if you come back here." He looked at the two cats gathering already.
Dogs.
Fantastic.
It's fine, they were things that could be dealt with by this amount of cats.
Caveclaw listened as Fadingstar called out the groups. Heroneye was leading herself, Primrosepaw, and Lilyglide.
Caveclaw followed Heroneye with a respectful nod.
They soon arrived to attack the dog, and Heroneye was dodging around to go for its side.
That gave Caveclaw an idea.
They moved to the other side of the dog, aiming to latch long claws into it's skin.
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Heroneye
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Heroneye's head shot up at Fadingstar's call, a bit caught off guard. To be honest, she had been a bit lost in thought. Where could RiverClan's new camp possibly be? How could it ever replace what they had lost? Heroneye didn't exactly have any bright ideas of her own, and even if she did, she didn't doubt they'd be shut down quickly. It wasn't as though she had any particular authority on the matter, after all. So she trudged along like that, lost in that fog of regret that seemed all too familiar to many RiverClan warriors now.
But the leader's words seemed to offer the haggard Clan an answer. A location ordained by StarClan, huh? What did that mean, exactly? Though Heroneye supposed she had no right to question their authority; if anyone knew the best course of action, it was probably their seemingly omniscient ancestors from the Stars. Probably, they weren't being led to their deaths or anything like that. RiverClan had had quite enough of that, thank you very much. At the very least, judging by Fadingstar's description, the camp was fairly safe and secure.
Except for the dogs. Great, there were dogs, and if RiverClan were to claim that spot for themselves, they were going to have to fight for it, naturally. Was this spot really so special? Did it really warrant the injuries (or deaths, StarClan forbid) that were about to occur? Heroneye couldn't be sure--nobody could, she supposed--but if this were the path RiverClan were choosing, she was coming, too.
It seemed that she was to lead one of the patrols: number five, one of the ones that would actually face the dogs. Though part of her was certain that she'd find a way to mess this up royally, the other was convinced that wanting anything other than to sacrifice herself for the sake of her Clan was utterly selfish, which she simply could not allow.
"Primrosepaw, Lilyglide, Caveclaw--over here," Heroneye called simply. Hopefully, her patrolmates would come quickly.
When it came time to attack the dogs, she ignored every cowardly thought that entered her mind, pelting up to her patrol's designated dog with gritted teeth and unsheathed claws. She attempted to dodge around the front of the mut to rip her claws along its flank as she went.
Lilyglide came to call as swift as a hawk snatching a kit. Then she padded over to Heroneye quickly. though anxious due to the stress of the trip itself, I mean she's not good with large movements. but thankfully she's become calmer over time. letting out a sigh calming herself as she called back"Heroneye." she spoke plainly with a nod. the white shes soft yellow gaze looks over at the cat who called her over. seeing them attack the dog.
She sighed softly as she prepared to fight the dog. she darted off quickly after the patrol leader. unsheathing her claws over-analyzing how to attack it directly enough to hurt it, over observance is one of the things she does a lot. the neck would be too hard to reach, she could go from the front. It would be risky but it may just she nodded as she prepared an attack. using the terrain around to her advantage similar to how she trained her app she pounced out digging her claws into the dog's front leg, if she could hurt it enough it may be easier to fight. then running quickly to the side and attacking the other flank.
she gaze darts around to look for the rest of the patrol hoping they also shall arrive soon. It's going to be hard to take the dog down with just the two of them She's aware of that at most. she hopes she can get back to her apprentice. She still has so much to teach them, and falling here would be the worst outcome. A valid worry as any. Shaking the thoughts away by shaking her head. other Patrol mentions
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♤ Goldfish ♤ ♤The Ace of Spades♤ Go With The Flow | Agatha Kitty | Primal Instincts [Climbing] ____________________
Aspenpaws greeting caused an involuntary purr out of the warrior, dandelionhies bright and friendly. His cheery attitude was well met. “Yes, it is quite sad to leave the old camp behind, isn’t it? Well, new adventures are something I can’t resist!” Goldfish remarked, flashing Aspen a grin. But inside she felt almost the same. The place she had grown to call home throughout her life.. but the new camp would offer a fresh start. That was better than staying in their old camp. As she walked, Fadingstar began speaking again. A CLIFFSIDE camp? Well, she was sure it would be fine.. right? Oh, of course it would! It wasn’t like it would be easy for kits to get around anyway. But the apprentice beside her shared his near opposite opinions. Goldfish listened, yes, but simultaneously kept a lookout for the camp. Every time she would feel lucky… nothing. Sigh.
“Nothing wrong with that, kiddo! I’m sure you’ll grow accustomed to it. I didn’t even think for a moment you were disrespecting high ranks, so you don’t have to worry about that. You seem like a solid apprentice.” The Ace of Spades chirped with a soft chuckle. As she kept looking around a bit, she hadn’t noticed that after a while her leader spoke again. The camp had been found. Immediately her head lifted and she turned to Aspenpaw. “Bingo, someone got lucky!” she exclaimed as he continued. The thought of a sign from StarClan faintly baffled the tortoiseshell. She knew a thing or two about speaking with the stars.. but the thought that their ancestors cared enough about them to direct a sight of where to live made her heart warm and fuzzy. Who had sent the sign? Who knows. Waitwaiteaitwaitwait. DOGS? That didn’t sound.. pleasant. At all. Okay, fighting groups. She was group four, she would lead a group. A stern expression, as she slid into her role-face, enveloped the tortoiseshells body language.
“Don’t do anything stupid.” She ordered the apprentice, raising her paw and attempting ruffling the space of fur between his ears. Padding away with a flick of her tail, she made sure to alert her group mates where she was.”Redmire! Wormbite, Pristinerose!” she called out steadily. “Over here.” As soon as they would come over, Goldfish would offer a brief smile. “Let’s get this party started, shall we?” And after a few moments her leader made the call to attack. Without a second thought she streaked into the camp, ears pinned and racing with lengthy strides. She wasn’t the fastest, but definately not the slowest either.
Target spotted! A patchy dog noticed her almost immediately, and hurdled toward her as well. But the dog was larger. Oafy-er. The Ace of Soades swerved sharply to the right, spinning around and leaping onto its back, a little bit sloppily, and attempted to claw at its ears as it made furious dog noises and bucked about. Not the safest idea but she was fiiiine.for now.
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He liked goldfish, she seemed pretty cool! A clanmate- uh lionheart he could respect. As they walked, aspenpaw made sure to actually try and look for places to make a camp but all he saw were rocks and even though he was truly trying to be helpful; he couldn't visualize a camp in territory like this. When fadingstar rejoined the group, aspenpaw hadn't even noticed the leader had left, there was a wide smile plastered on his face. They had found the camp! Oh that was good, and starclan had lead them to it? So....starclan was actually helping them for once? Hmm ok, aspenpaw would forgive starclan for the past mistakes, surely they now realised abandoning riverclan had been the worst decision they had ever made and they were trying to make up for it. He'd never truly see them as some of the older warriors did, they had just let the other clans drive them out after all, but maybe they weren't all that awful.
Excitement took over the rest of aspenpaw senses, he couldn't wait to see the new camp! Sure he didn't like the idea of living in the rocks but the description that Fadingstar was giving sounded nothing less than awesome! Or interesting at most. He had too see it with his own eyes-- dogs?....
Oh. So new camp was occupied by dogs. Wait-- not fair! He wanted to go too! As Fadingstar explained what was going to happen he also instructed all apprentice without battle training to head back to camp, aspenpaw could help the frown that worked onto his face. Sure he understood the reason fadingstar was saying this but it didn't stop he from feeling utterly dissapointed! Here he was thinking he'd be part of the cats to find and claim the new camp and just once it was found he was being sent home? Kinda lame if you ask him.
Goldfish ruffled the fur between his ears before leaving to go find her designated group. “I won't! Good luck!! Shows those dogs that riverclan means business!” he called after her, waving his tail in farewell. He lingered around for a few more heartbeats before making his way over to oliverat. Oh well, maybe next time he could do something useful! Tail high, and the frown now wiped clean of his face, aspenpaw left with oliverat and the other apprentices.
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Ravenpaw's ears flattened. She watched Floodsight head off with concern in her eyes, wishing desperately she had the experience necessary to join her. And Primrosepaw too! Ravenpaw wasn't stupid enough to join a fight she'd be useless in. "Floodsight, Brokenstream, Primrosepaw! I'll all your butts if you get your butt kicked by a dog out there!" She called after her friends. Feeling useless, she turned to join the others gathering with Oliverat. At least I'm here for back-up if needed... She mused, finding some solace in that at least.
She looked at the other apprentices gathered around her and Oliverat, and mumbled a weak, "Hey..." Not bothering to hide her concern and how useless she felt.
Irisdream's ears perked to attention, muscles tensing. This was something she had feared would happen, that they'd have to fight for their new home. Of course, she kept her pelt smoothed, showing nothing of her concerns on her face. She was a very skilled hunter, fighting was something she preferred to avoid. However, this was where her and her mother differed greatly. Whereas Pebblestorm would actually avoid fighting at any cost, Irisdream was going to do her best to serve her clan. If they needed her claws right now, then so be it.
Irisdream strode over to Dusklion, not waiting to be summoned. Her gait confident and smooth. She nodded when Dusklion shared her plan, it was sound. Even knowing where she was going, she found herself taken off guard by how quickly things unfolded. Heart pounding, she followed Dusklion into battle. Quick as a current, she immediately dove for one of the dogs forelegs, hoping the shock of the attack would buy them some time to deal damage to the dog and keep it from responding quickly. Irisdream lashed out with both claws successively before leaping back in case the dog took a swipe at her, keeping her patrolmates in the edge of her vision while she focused on the dog.
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Oh... Wisteriawren hadn't been assigned to anything. It was because she was useless, because she couldn't help. From Fadingstar's point of view, she had no battle training. What he wasn't aware of was that she was declawed entirely, and that made Wisteriawren more uneasy than anything else. What would happen once she was discovered, eventually? Would she be removed from RiverClan?
The former kittypet paced back and forth as the edges, breath catching in her throat as she watched the first five patrol groups each face off against a dog. Her gaze continued to drift between a few groups in particular, though.
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Back at the Twolegplace Dens
Wavebreaker
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Wavebreaker watched longingly as his Clanmates departed the shelter of their temporary camp. He sat on the windowsill of one of the many empty twoleg dens that dotted their impermanent space. His tail dangled from the ledge and was wrung with a spiral of light brown which superseded the darker black that covered most of his body. The form of his now less gaunt leader dipped then faded beyond the horizon's glow. His orange pelt effectively invisible against the backdrop of a burning sun save for an occasional black patch. The seasoned warrior had initially begun stepping forward until he noticed his ex Irisdream volunteer for the task.
His dark blue eyes gripped her lithe form and graceful gait, not wanting to let her go on such a potentially dangerous mission alone. She had never really been much into fighting, even when they were kits. Always worried that her fine white gray fur might become mottled and attract unwanted attention from her mother Pebblestream. Which he never really did understand. She was lucky to have had a mom that cared. The large tom took in an even and heavy breath forcing his nerves to the back of his mind where it could rest in silence with his self-pity.
He slid from the ledge onto the soft grassy earth below trying to take stock of the cats left in camp. There were fewer than he would have liked, and in truth it was another big reason the broad shouldered battle ready warrior had stayed behind. She knows how to take care of herself, shes smarter than most. Besides it wasn't as if they were guaranteed to find trouble. After all their were lots of other cats with them, including Dusklion and Duskleaf to name a few of the lionhearts present within the search parties ranks.
His mind fixated unintentionally on their leader's sister. It was hard not to blame the deputy for putting them through all their recent woes. He had heard from those present at some of the earlier gatherings that the grey furred feline was accused of killing Fallownose. He hadn't been there so, Wavebreaker didn't want to judge too harshly, but he also didn't think a coalition of three angry Clans overrunning their home would be something attempted on baseless rumor. He tensed with the incoming flood of memories which caused his joints to ache subtly below the rippling muscles that stretched his dark pelt. He steeled himself, refusing to acknowledge the confusion or fear of that day. He had been out hunting, and struggled to find his battle weary Clan after the fight had already ended. This time I will be here. I won't let any enemies of RiverClan take our home from us again. Temporary or not! He was tired of not being there when his kin needed him.
He suppressed the sudden urge to snarl imagined clawing the fur off hordes of other clan cats who dared try. It took the warrior a moment to regain his composure, but once clarity did find him again the purified tom suddenly remembered the cobwebs he had gathered with Irisdream the night before. He had stashed them just below the foundation of the twoleg house nearest him. He quickly gathered up the bundle, scooping the stringy substance up with his paws gingerly placing them between his teeth. I should find Berrypaw, she might need these sooner rather than later. After that, I'll try to get Kitepaw and all the others ready to move out like Fadingstar asked. The warrior moved with brisk urgency as he searched for their only remaining medicine cat.
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He was shocked whenever he was actually chosen to be in the attack, but he couldn’t help but have a mighty grin on his face when he was. Even with his jaw and all? And he was in FadingStars group? He was even prouder. He immediately stood up, tail swaying high in the air as he anticipated going into his group. Before the tom had went through, he spotted WisteriaWren. For some reason, something made him want to say a quick hello and check-in before he had to go to a very-important-attack-thing.
“’ey WisteriaWren!” he offered her a grin. “Wish me luck, ey?” he wished he could ask her how she was doing and all, but he saw as the groups were already getting together to leave. “See’ya! Maybe we can talk later?” he offered, flicking his tail in a parting goodbye and leaping over near FadingStar, following him closely.
He saw the dogs, his gaze gleaming brightly. He decided he’d go to get on its back to perhaps cause damage from up there? That’s how he liked fighting with predators. He leapt out towards the dog his group was fighting, hoping to land on its back and scratch its side while he’s at it.
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